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"Mom's not right in the head, so I figured it'd be better for the both of us if monsters didn't attack the house while trying to get to me. I don't have to worry about protecting her now either."
". . . And how old are you?"
"I turn ten in a few months."
Heri didn't say anything in reply, she just pursed her lips and returned her attention to the aforementioned gushing wound.
"I think this is going to need stitches," she eventually said after wiping off some of the blood and stemming the flow with gauze. "The others will be fine in a few days, but this one's going to need some extra help."
She got up and brushed off the back of her dress. She held her hand out to him.
"I can sew you back together at my house. I doubt you'll be wanting to go to the hospital, so you'll have to make due with my sewing kit."
He let himself be hauled up by her and led out of the park. They walked pretty briskly, so he was surprised to see how well the younger girl was kept up. The toddler was back on Heri's hip, of course.
"You never mentioned your name," Heri said as she led him up the walkway of a house of a kind he had only ever seen on TV before.
"Oh, right," he replied, awkwardly following behind her. "I'm Luke Castellan."
Dear Fisken,
Thank you for all your hard work. It's a relief to know that Bramblewood Hall will be in good hands while I'm away. You are, of course, to see to the house however you see fit, but I have one small request should it not inconvenience you too much: please allow entrance to Alabaster and Luke should they ever come seeking a place to stay, especially Luke. I worry about them so, and I want it so they have at least one place in the world where they don't have to constantly fear for their lives. If you would be so good as to feed them as well, my heart would rest easier knowing that they are in good hands.
the
DAILY PROPHET
* Wizarding Britain's Premier News Source *
(September 2nd, 1995)
HERI POTTER RETURNS!
By On-site Reporter, Fatima Petrova
After a three-month hiatus in which none of the public had seen or heard rumour of her, Miss Potter returns to us in just enough time to board the Hogwarts Express. This reporter had been present, dropping off her own child, when Miss Potter arrived via her guardian's Apparition. The outcry of those in witness was massive.
Miss Potter, if you recall, was recently abducted by a former You-Know-Know follower, eventually resulting in outrage at the questionable competence of the current administration . . .
To Whom it May Concern:
Miss Potter has been diagnosed with a variation of narcolepsy. She is currently taking Wideye Potion and Pöttiger's Perking Nostrum for this condition. I request that whoever is in charge of students' health maintain her medication schedule: One dose each of Wideye and Pöttiger's at every standard mealtime. It is also encouraged that she take several short naps (10-15 minutes) daily to prevent undue sleepiness.
However, even with the medication, Miss Potter's condition remains chronic. She suffers from sudden collapse during periods of low-activity, so a companion has been assigned to accompany her to prevent damage to her person during an attack. If an attack happens within the presence of others, it's best for them to not crowd around when her companion wakes her, as that leads to disorientation and potentially violent over-reaction when she regains consciousness. A dose of her medication is recommended if she remains drowsy after an attack.
Miss Potter has inquired about extracurricular exercise and whether she will be able to continue participating in school Quidditch games. As she has yet to have any collapses during high-activity periods, I approve of her continued participation, provided that she takes a dose of her medication before the game, just to be safe.
Thank you for your cooperation in these matters.
Yours faithfully,
Healer Calpurnia Gosling
General Practitioner
Member of the National Health Conglomerate
St. Marciana's Medical Center, Salem, MA
Dear Sirius,
I've decided it's time to stop wondering if strange things will ever stop happening to me. The answer to that is no, they will not. It's time to throw in the towel because it's just something I doubt I'll ever outgrow at this rate.
I've accidentally eaten Professor Binns. Or maybe a better word for it would be 'inhaled'. No one is more baffled by it than me. I was just yawning, and then suddenly I breathed him in like a cloud of smoke; he even tasted the barbecue charcoal.
You should have seen the look on Granger's face, one would have thought I was the Antichrist.
Thankfully, he was no longer a living thing, so it doesn't count as killing, and thus I can't be punished for it, but now the rest of the ghosts are looking at me like I'm the light at the end of the tunnel they ran away from. Myrtle actually burst into tears at the sight of me, and it took several romance novels to calm her down again.
Unprecedented spiritual powers aside, we now lack a History professor.
Send help.
– Heri
Dear Headmaster Dumbledore,
In light of the new History of Magic professor, I must inform you that I will be self-studying in that subject for the rest of this school year at the very least. While Professor Umbridge has a unique outlook in her course aims and teaching methods, I'm afraid they don't suit my needs in the slightest. I plan to take my O.W.L.s and eventually my N.E.W.T.s on the subject, and Professor Umbridge has already revealed to us that she doesn't plan to include many parts of history that will be included in those examinations.
I apologise if this is rather sudden, but I'd rather not waste either of our times by lingering in the class and eventually making more work for everyone involved by dragging it out.
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